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. I carry the duonamic sights hidden on my person in a shielded case."
Xris nodded. Duonamic sights were the hallmark of the professional assassin and were illegal in most parts of the galaxy. With those sights, which detected any form of radiation from heat to light, as well as Doppler movement, Tycho could not only see through walls, he could shoot the person standing on the other side.
"There won't be any need for gun play," Xris said. "It's going to go smooth. I'm feeling lucky. I'm due this."
Tycho looked at him strangely. "It's well to be prepared. Better safe than sitting in your canoe without a paddle."
Xris could feel another lecture coming on, wasn't in the mood; and so he didn't respond. He ate his mush more for the sake of putting food into his body than because he was hungry. He was too tense, too wired to be hungry. What he truly wanted was a twist, but smoking was forbidden in the dining establishment. He went back to the original subject.
"Where did you leave the rifle?"
"In the hovervan. Harry's parking it now. I met him and Quong outside. The Doc had to go powder his nose. They should both be here any minute." "They're here now."
Standing in the entrance, partially blocking it with his large body, Harry was scanning the crowd. Tycho waved his long ann. Quong emerged from the bathroom and the two joined the rest of the team. Harry left immediately to fill his plate at the buffet table
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